Chapter 321

Even after the helicopter fleet departed, Tiffany still heard Richard's raspy voice in her ear: "Don't make me miss you too much." The sentence repeated until Tiffany became slightly absent-minded. She touched her slightly swollen, red lips. Her face was flushed, and her usually cold, calm eyes shone like stars.

Grelle stood nearby, gazing at the sky in a daze. Their departure left her feeling dejected.

Melody stood beside Grelle and feigned a sigh. "It's rare for people to come to this remote village. I'm afraid they won't have a chance to see them again in this lifetime," Melody said.

When Grelle heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little sad. However, she bit her lip and remained silent.

Melody pressed on, "You have to fight for the opportunity yourself. Take it, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Then she sensed a shift in the air.

After a long pause, Grelle asked, "How can you help me?"

"It's simple. I can bring you back to Lovell City. Later, it will be much easier for you to get close to that powerful man. But, at the same time, I need your help with something."

"What is it?"

This response brought a wider smile to Melody's face. "There are many ambitious people in this world. How long could her previous determined rejection last? No more than a few days, as long as there's a seed of jealousy in her mind. That seed will grow into a towering tree, taking hold of her," she thought.

Melody felt smug. She whispered in Grelle's ear, "I want you to help me… get rid of Tiffany."

"What?" Grelle's face turned pale. She seemed disbelieving. "Aren't you two close? Why would you want to do that? Do you know you'll be damned if you do it?"

"Damned?" Melody sneered, as if she'd heard a joke. "If what you said were true, she would have been damned for causing me to fall into that pit. I almost died down there. Listen, if you want to get what you want, you have to get rid of her."

Grelle remained impassive, saying nothing. She simply looked at Melody for a long time. Finally, she nodded and replied briskly, "Okay!"

Before Melody could inwardly rejoice, she saw Grelle turn and head toward Tiffany's room.

"Where are you going? What are you going to do?" Melody asked.

"I'm going to tell Tiffany…"